Suddenly, memories rushed into Ethan's mind.
The villagers weren't afraid of the house.
They were feeding it.
Every 20 years, someone had to enter.
The house needed a soul.
The little girl had once been chosen.
And now she was trapped.
The tall shadow in the mirror stepped forward.
This time, it came out.
Its skin was pale and stretched. Its fingers were too long.
"You opened the door," it said calmly.
"You belong to us now."
The basement walls began bleeding.
Hands emerged from the ground, grabbing Ethan's legs.
The girl without eyes stood at the top of the stairs.
For a moment…
She looked sad.
Then she smiled.